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DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, some memories haunt us to the grave---they never fade:| I put the space mere a distance and air to redeem for the desk to choke the fogging steam heavy unspoken glares of things untold a gleam nears and approaches some spites that repeat if walls at least could shout could scream lines would be spit to the ultimate some tense perched meant on bits of merged known subtles left on the bottles shaped from knuckles inherited not chuckles reds on the addicting muffles                                                                                                  ------ravenfeels
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Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 7:20 PM UTC
Stop Glaring At Me
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, some memories haunt us to the grave---they never fade:| I put the space mere a distance and air to redeem for the desk to choke the fogging steam heavy unspoken glares of things untold a gleam nears and approaches some spites that repeat if walls at least could shout could scream lines would be spit to the ultimate some tense perched meant on bits of merged known subtles left on the bottles shaped from knuckles inherited not chuckles reds on the addicting muffles                                                                                                  ------ravenfeels
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Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 7:20 PM UTC
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